This is a town where smiles are rare,
with food lines miles long in despair
A town where you know where you belong
Just look at the signs you will get a clue.
Whites with whites, blacks with blacks
People are divided like the borders on a map
Look around, see army veterans on the street
You would be lucky to have shoes upon your feet
Dark times bring dark shades to the houses in the city
If you are poor the rich will not pity
Work to live and live to work
you will understand this when your food supply is short
If you eat at nite, thank god that you are alive and breathing
and just pray that this depression is quickly leaving-By Robert Millspaugh
A Little Old Town
A little old town is where I live. Restaurants, stores, and fun places too, are scattered around this small town for all to view. White or colored skin makes no difference; all are welcome to do as they wish. Neighbors are friendly with others nearby; no one ever seems to cry. Everyone is treated with the same level of respect and not as if they are their pet. Smiles are shared along the streets and warm hellos are yelled out store keeper’s doors. Vast green fields that go on for miles grow cotton anxiously waiting to be picked. On windy days, the cotton blows around. Looking like snow, they float gently to the ground. At night, lovers return to these fields to watch the bright stars pass by and make millions of wishes while the time slowly dies. Everyone here is like one big family, this little old town that is so heavenly.
Allison_e
This is a town where smiles are rare,
with food lines miles long in despair
A town where you know where you belong
Just look at the signs you will get a clue.
Whites with whites, blacks with blacks
People are divided like the borders on a map
Look around, see army veterans on the street
You would be lucky to have shoes upon your feet
Dark times bring dark shades to the houses in the city
If you are poor the rich will not pity
Work to live and live to work
you will understand this when your food supply is short
If you eat at nite, thank god that you are alive and breathing
and just pray that this depression is quickly leaving-By Robert Millspaugh
A Little Old Town
A little old town is where I live. Restaurants, stores, and fun places too, are scattered around this small town for all to view. White or colored skin makes no difference; all are welcome to do as they wish. Neighbors are friendly with others nearby; no one ever seems to cry. Everyone is treated with the same level of respect and not as if they are their pet. Smiles are shared along the streets and warm hellos are yelled out store keeper’s doors. Vast green fields that go on for miles grow cotton anxiously waiting to be picked. On windy days, the cotton blows around. Looking like snow, they float gently to the ground. At night, lovers return to these fields to watch the bright stars pass by and make millions of wishes while the time slowly dies. Everyone here is like one big family, this little old town that is so heavenly.
Allison_e